good morning people,

it's about 8:00 and i'm hungover. don't you love that when you get up and drink a gallon of water as fast as humanly possible just to be able to start your day, and then light up a smoke or two to get the juices flowing. i'm a walking picture of health.

i'm listening to a little dylan this morning..
"oooh mama, can this really be the end? to be
stuck inside of mobile with the memphis blues again"

i'm terrified of sharks.

did you ever see "Jaws IV the revenge"? possibly the stupidest movie i've ever seen. yeah, the shark has a personal vendetta against the brody family. whatever. i didn't know sharks were capable of vengence. i thought they just swam around and ate whatever was in front of them. and if a giant great white had a vendetta against me, i think i would move to kansas or oklahoma or something. that would pretty much end his hopes of eating me alive, i think. but that's just me.

here is one of my pet peeves. i hate it when i hear people say "hisself". it's himself. get it right.
"he did it all by hisself". do you hear how wrong that sounds? it sounds just like my father. that's probably why i hate it so much. i've been telling him it was grammatically incorrect since i was in third grade and yet he continues to say it to this day. it has cursed me.

well, i'm going to take a shower and ponder the cosmos.

lick it,

scott